<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:58:53.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer~Dawn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-2390214860136896793</id><published>2009-01-07T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:47:20.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle Justice</title><content type='html'>I think Cole is an angry kid. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even think he should really be punished. I think he should be helped. He is just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt; and mad kid. Manley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of his parents. If I was in circle justice with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cole&lt;/span&gt; I think I would see and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; that right away he just needs help and love. It would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; take him awhile to be caring and respectful. But its better than a punishment to me. Because with me, punishment just makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;angrier&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; fix anything in my eyes unless you can see they are truley a bad person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-2390214860136896793?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/2390214860136896793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=2390214860136896793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/2390214860136896793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/2390214860136896793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2009/01/circle-justice.html' title='Circle Justice'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-8813102288734989836</id><published>2009-01-05T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:54:02.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Winter Break</title><content type='html'>My Winter Break was pretty fun. My Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; all that great. Until my friends called me and told me to come over for a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; party they were having. I had a blast. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hung out&lt;/span&gt; at the same house for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;  Now my New Years was a good one to. My mom let me throw a little party with about 15 people there. We played games, listened to music, so things got a little out of control. The cops ended up showing up. For some reason they let my mom off the hook and everyone else to, so no one got into trouble. I had like 10 people stay over for 3 nights at my house. We had a big slumber party thingy in my room every night. We put all the beds together to make one giant bed. And we all snuck into the movies to go watch Yes Man. We did a ton more of things. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;  But a couple days after New Years my mom comes home from work crying and told me that my uncle committed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suicide&lt;/span&gt; last night. I was so shocked that I fell to the ground. That day was a sad day. I went to go see all my family and everyone was depressed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; he would do something like this. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;funeral&lt;/span&gt; is going to be at the end of this week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sometime&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-8813102288734989836?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/8813102288734989836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=8813102288734989836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/8813102288734989836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/8813102288734989836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-winter-break.html' title='My Winter Break'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-3850293965693417677</id><published>2008-12-12T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:59:47.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather</title><content type='html'>I hate the weather at the moment. I love when its all sunny and hot outside. I also love the snow, so if its snow or sun I love it. I really hate the rain! Rain is good once in awhile when you feel like being lazy, but when it rains constantly it gets annoying. I feel like I can't go do anything when it rains. I want summer to come back around. its my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-3850293965693417677?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/3850293965693417677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=3850293965693417677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/3850293965693417677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/3850293965693417677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/12/weather.html' title='The Weather'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-1785201647626866271</id><published>2008-12-11T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:08:05.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts About Spirit Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SUGBJMcBiQI/AAAAAAAAABI/PmjMNRm3VVs/s1600-h/Bear%20on%20log.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278642233212504322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SUGBJMcBiQI/AAAAAAAAABI/PmjMNRm3VVs/s320/Bear%2520on%2520log.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Kermode or Spirit Bear is a black bear that has white fur due to a rare genetic trait. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bear is not albino, as it typically has a brown nose and eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK3"&gt;The greatest concentration of Spirit Bears are found on the Central Coast and North Coast of British Columbia, Canada, but have been documented in northeast British Columbia and as far east in North America as Minnesota.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Spirit Bear, like most black bears, weighs about half a pound when born and generally between 150-300 pounds when fully grown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bear’s body length, measured from the tip of the nose to the tip of the tail, averages between four and six feet. Its height, measured from the bottom of the paw flat on the ground to the highest part of the shoulders, is between two-and-a-half and three feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spirit bears, like most black bears, are omnivores. They eat berries, nuts, fruits, roots, grasses and other plants, insects, deer and moose fawns, carrion and, during the salmon season from late summer through fall, spawning salmon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-1785201647626866271?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/1785201647626866271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=1785201647626866271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/1785201647626866271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/1785201647626866271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/12/facts-about-spirit-bears.html' title='Facts About Spirit Bears'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SUGBJMcBiQI/AAAAAAAAABI/PmjMNRm3VVs/s72-c/Bear%2520on%2520log.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-743758649534764829</id><published>2008-12-11T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:40:31.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Correct These Sentences</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went skating down at the pond and three kids from my school were there. We fell down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. We laughed so much out stomachs hurt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought the lopsided game would never end. The score just kept getting worse and worse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Martha thinks she is so cool. She is not cool to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joe watched a video his mom had bought for him at the store where she worked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Susan loved to watch football. She would watch it every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; on T.V. Every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; she would go to the local collage football game. She would always wear the school colors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-743758649534764829?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/743758649534764829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=743758649534764829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/743758649534764829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/743758649534764829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/12/correct-these-sentences.html' title='Correct These Sentences'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-4556877033941675033</id><published>2008-12-10T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:07:49.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Get Mad</title><content type='html'>There was this one time when my mom went out of town. She left me and my little brother some money to get pizza. So later that night me and my brother get one large pizza for us, until my boyfriend called. I told him my mom was gone, so him and like 5 of his friends came over. The pizza came and they ate it all! I had one piece of that pizza. I was so mad. I thought it was vary disrespectful, so I went to my room and sat there. All of them came up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apologized&lt;/span&gt; to me. They felt so bad that they ended up ordering another pizza for me. Funny thing is that they didn't pay for it. All they did was call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Domino's&lt;/span&gt; back and say our pizza was burnt, so we got another pizza for free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-4556877033941675033?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/4556877033941675033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=4556877033941675033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/4556877033941675033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/4556877033941675033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-i-get-mad.html' title='When I Get Mad'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-4611973867308653044</id><published>2008-12-05T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:03:56.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans For This Weekened.</title><content type='html'>My plans for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; are to hangout with my friends, basically. I do that everyday. But the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weekends&lt;/span&gt; are the days when everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have school, so that means stay out all night and sleep in all day. But the thing that sucks is that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; I work on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. And one of my friends has to work on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, so that means we can't really hangout on that day. Anyway, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; will still be fun even though I have to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-4611973867308653044?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/4611973867308653044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=4611973867308653044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/4611973867308653044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/4611973867308653044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/12/plans-for-this-weekened.html' title='Plans For This Weekened.'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-1574598905218125190</id><published>2008-12-04T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:51:38.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Or Because</title><content type='html'>Anna went to the store because she needed milk.&lt;br /&gt;Chris ate too much candy, so his stomach hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Richard felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tired, so&lt;/span&gt; he bought an energy drink.&lt;br /&gt;Telsa ran after the bus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own sentences:&lt;br /&gt;Sarah said the music was too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;, so she turned it up.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was bored, so we all went to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Cory fell off his skateboard because he hit a rock.&lt;br /&gt;We were scared to jump off the bridge because it was a long fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-1574598905218125190?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/1574598905218125190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=1574598905218125190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/1574598905218125190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/1574598905218125190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-or-because.html' title='So Or Because'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-848102353171490415</id><published>2008-12-03T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:07:02.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Really Scary Moment</title><content type='html'>There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; this one time when me and all of my friends were out spending the night at our tree fort, which was way out in no where. But there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a girl that got killed out there from a cult, so we were all very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;careful. W&lt;/span&gt;e had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weapons&lt;/span&gt; out there, Like 1 gun, an axe, a lot of knives, and machetes. But one night we kept hearing voices and they started getting closer and closer. Than we started seeing a flash light and this was all happening at like 3 in the morning. We could hear them getting closer. So we got a little freaked out and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grabbed&lt;/span&gt; all our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; stuff an darted it through this hay f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ield&lt;/span&gt;. We were running forever. Finally we were back to the car. So me and like 9 of my friends went to my house where we felt safe. The funny thing is we went back the next day. Fun times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-848102353171490415?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/848102353171490415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=848102353171490415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/848102353171490415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/848102353171490415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/12/really-scary-moment.html' title='A Really Scary Moment'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-5445045363731806448</id><published>2008-11-20T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:44:09.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expanded Sentences</title><content type='html'>The man watched the couple hug each other as he drove by.&lt;br /&gt;The little boy ate all the food so fast that it was gone in 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;The girl called it a hambugger not a hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;The two f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;riends&lt;/span&gt; pulled a wagon together.&lt;br /&gt;They both broke the game &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they were so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-5445045363731806448?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/5445045363731806448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=5445045363731806448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/5445045363731806448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/5445045363731806448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/11/expanded-sentences.html' title='Expanded Sentences'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-4530588588442745744</id><published>2008-11-19T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:53:43.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favirote Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSXJsUmGSdI/AAAAAAAAABA/ChFzZZ0Qrd0/s1600-h/CAWH63G1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270840702186965458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSXJsUmGSdI/AAAAAAAAABA/ChFzZZ0Qrd0/s320/CAWH63G1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSXJiiB6VAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EELIjhSr2mY/s1600-h/CAU30H2V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270840533994591234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSXJiiB6VAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EELIjhSr2mY/s320/CAU30H2V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; places to be is one the beach because I love the smell, I love the sand, and I really love making fires on the beach an staying out there all night with my friends. After all that, its really nice to go back to a hotel and pop in a couple movies an go to sleep. Another one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; places to be is North Fork. Me an all my friends would pile up in a huge truck and just go up to north fork for the whole day and swim an jump off huge rocks. I love the bridge I jumped off of it before an it was crazy. The feeling of falling was great. I have more places I love to be but those were the ones that came to mind first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-4530588588442745744?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/4530588588442745744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=4530588588442745744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/4530588588442745744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/4530588588442745744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/11/favirote-places.html' title='Favirote Places'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSXJsUmGSdI/AAAAAAAAABA/ChFzZZ0Qrd0/s72-c/CAWH63G1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-1526626248601687244</id><published>2008-11-17T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:11:08.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice formatting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;lkijeritjer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;erjnjr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rjkjudejejeeeye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ketchup blahh &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kjjhjjrg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sjhdududuudd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sbalah blah blha blkah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-1526626248601687244?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/1526626248601687244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=1526626248601687244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/1526626248601687244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/1526626248601687244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/11/practice-formatting.html' title='Practice formatting'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-8791683663660470712</id><published>2008-11-14T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:24:12.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pit Bull Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268626683962899218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SR3sDf_AuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eOsQIg9SxM8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Their instincts override their intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had pictures of the naked porcupine.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerating or ignoring discomfort and pain,&lt;br /&gt;The pit bull was put to sleep from getting blind and the infections.&lt;br /&gt;Their instincts override their intelligence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-8791683663660470712?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/8791683663660470712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=8791683663660470712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/8791683663660470712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/8791683663660470712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/11/their-instincts-override-their.html' title='Pit Bull Poem'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SR3sDf_AuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eOsQIg9SxM8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-4069157220630681150</id><published>2008-11-13T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:02:20.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Combining</title><content type='html'>A dog followed mary for half a mile. It stayed very close behind her. She forced herself to stay calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog followed mary for half a mile and stayed very close behind her the whole time. She forced herself to stay calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog followed mary for half a mile and stayed very close behind her the whole time, while she forced herself to stay calm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-4069157220630681150?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/4069157220630681150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=4069157220630681150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/4069157220630681150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/4069157220630681150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/11/sentence-combining.html' title='Sentence Combining'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-292643520982152818</id><published>2008-11-12T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:01:20.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Think The Drinking Age Should Be Changed</title><content type='html'>I think the drinking age should be changed to 18 at least. If I could choose I would say drinking should be legal. But I have to think about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; real world. But the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; for me thinking the drinking age should be changed to 18 is because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when you are legal to move out and legal to make your own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; and to just do things on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; own without your parents. And if you get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in trouble&lt;/span&gt; its all on you not your parents anymore. If your allowed to by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt; at the age of 18 you should be able to by alcohol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-292643520982152818?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/292643520982152818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=292643520982152818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/292643520982152818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/292643520982152818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-think-drinking-age-should-be.html' title='Why I Think The Drinking Age Should Be Changed'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-8290670683530533800</id><published>2008-11-07T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:55:10.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Think About Our New President.</title><content type='html'>Well I don't know much about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;. I never really watched his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;speeches&lt;/span&gt; or with what his plan was for the US. All I know is his name sounds like a killer. From like Iran or something? I don't know much about the election but I hope he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; kill the United States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-8290670683530533800?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/8290670683530533800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=8290670683530533800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/8290670683530533800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/8290670683530533800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-think-about-our-new-president.html' title='What I Think About Our New President.'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-1589237137281274449</id><published>2008-10-20T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:36:40.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things I know about Colombia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SPzf1VX0DVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jsGdsSuo-so/s1600-h/South_America_3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259324572224982354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SPzf1VX0DVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jsGdsSuo-so/s320/South_America_3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things I know about Colombia are that they are constantly at war &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they don't know how to get along and work together about their problems. The kids there suffer and have a bad life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; there is always fighting surrounding them. So kids start forming gangs to be able to watch out for each other. They are all so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt; with their life they start doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;drugs&lt;/span&gt; and drinking alcohol &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they were raised with too little or too much responsibility. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-1589237137281274449?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/1589237137281274449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=1589237137281274449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/1589237137281274449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/1589237137281274449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-things-i-know-about-colombia.html' title='Some things I know about Colombia'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SPzf1VX0DVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jsGdsSuo-so/s72-c/South_America_3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-5033072944538721630</id><published>2008-10-16T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:55:13.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer Editing</title><content type='html'>Step 1- Compliments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start positive and stay positive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really loved your topic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think you used a lot of good details.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I liked it when you used the word___&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favirote part was____ because.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This was really fun to read because.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I liked the way you___&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Step 2- Seggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be specific and give details.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3- Corrections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spelling mistakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sentence mistakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punctuation mistakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-5033072944538721630?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/5033072944538721630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=5033072944538721630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/5033072944538721630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/5033072944538721630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/10/peer-editing.html' title='Peer Editing'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-8742254626808251102</id><published>2008-10-15T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:41:50.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first club i ever made with friends</title><content type='html'>Well this year me and my friends wanted to build a treefort. And the reason for that is becuase all my friends didn't have jobs and no places to stay. It was fun we had little parties out there and just all hung out with eachother. It was really kiddish at the age of 18. But we had a great time out there. So the first fort we build was in a tree it was a little small for about 7 people to be staying and sleeping in. It was just a little cramed. So we decided to make a bigger tree fort and this time this tree fort was 3 stories high. We were so high off the ground from bugs and little animals. It was scary to stay the night out there though because there was a cult out there and this girl got murderd out there too. My mom even knew who that girl was. But we all loved our tree fort it was even by a little river so we could go swimming. We moved on from our fort now. We are all starting to get older and a little wiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-8742254626808251102?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/8742254626808251102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=8742254626808251102' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/8742254626808251102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/8742254626808251102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-club-i-ever-made-with-friends.html' title='The first club i ever made with friends'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320824566465499790.post-8042869623727556186</id><published>2008-10-08T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:03:25.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas to tell</title><content type='html'>1. What was the earliest you ever got up in the morning? The latest you ever stayed up?&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you ever become friends with someone much old than you or younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;3. Describe the club you organized as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;4. If you cought your kids drinking or doing drugs what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;5. Whats the worst punishment your mom can do to you. would you use that on your children?&lt;br /&gt;6. Explain the worst neighbors you ever had.&lt;br /&gt;7. Write a story when someone first broke a bone.&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell about the time you were the happiest you've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;9. Tell about the scariest nightmire you have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;10. A bee that is allergic to honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320824566465499790-8042869623727556186?l=summerdawntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/feeds/8042869623727556186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320824566465499790&amp;postID=8042869623727556186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/8042869623727556186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320824566465499790/posts/default/8042869623727556186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerdawntime.blogspot.com/2008/10/ideas-to-tell.html' title='Ideas to tell'/><author><name>Summer~Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14398721302712009640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl_XZvzNRvI/SSHZXYFBh1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WutojzKER9o/S220/tripled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
